it’s been 8 weeks without you and i feel stronger
weaker every day.
how can that be?
i hate your guts. is that what you wanted?
where does hate stem from then?
how easy it is to ignore me, how futile, how dirty i now feel to have played a role in this that, clearly, i must have made up, only to have played myself.
what a fool believes
i’m slow dancing in a burning room-
yes, i am alone
because i would have never
dragged you in to undo what you’ve done.
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About the Creator
Al
I've been writing since I was eight. Tales of haunted forests and princesses.
Now, having loved and lost, had my heart broken a few times by different kinds of love-
Writing is a passion that I hope never goes away.
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